~.< Shuhai Pavilion >-~ Chapter 552 - The wind, horse and cow are irrelevant
"'Dragon Knight'!"
Even if he turns to ashes, he recognizes the guy who caused huge losses to Lockheed and almost kicked him out of his position as head of the Operations Division. At this moment, even Lockheed was forced to suspend the operation due to pressure from China.
It’s true that enemies always meet on a narrow road, but it’s not that enemies don’t get together.
Mitch Friedman was itching his teeth.
In order to get rid of this guy, Lockheed's financial statement return rate this year dropped by a full five percentage points. Just for such a guy, damn, if this income is placed on anyone, it can instantly create a small
A consortium, a wealthy family.
As if aware of the hostile gaze, Lin Mo turned around and saw a US Army lieutenant colonel standing with a dozen men in suits, looking towards him.
The look he looked over was strange, as if he had some deep hatred.
A swarm of ants!
If necessary, the dragon knight can kill them all without hesitation.
Lin Mo made a simple conclusion, then turned around and helped his teacher, Professor Yan Guoqiang, to get off the bus.
For some technical reasons, the other party recognized him, but he did not recognize the other party.
After coming out of Area 51, with no gold coins around, Lin Mo suddenly felt a bit of inexplicable murderous aura, which was the fierce temperament accumulated by the Dragon Knight after killing Ying Ye.
The experts around him had no idea. In their eyes, Lin Mo was just a student with great potential, who had benefited from the teacher's favor and came to open his eyes.
"What are you looking at? Mr. Friedman!"
Lieutenant Colonel Jeter noticed that the director of Lockheed Operations was distracted and his voice was particularly loud.
"Ah!~Uh!" Mitch Friedman came back to his senses, uttered a few meaningless syllables, and then gritted his teeth and said: "A terrible guy! Damn it, I saw him here, I really hope this
Don’t deal with such a guy in your life.”
In order to get rid of this guy, Mitch Friedman can only get a basic salary this year. What a hateful guy. What's even more hateful is that he turned around and dared to blackmail Lockheed.
"Haha, Mr. Friedman, you can take care of yourself. Don't forget my warning. Never go find trouble with the Chinese. And I can only give you 72 hours. After that time, you will
We must withdraw unconditionally.”
Lieutenant Colonel Jeter smiled slightly and had no interest in getting involved in the trouble between Lockheed and the Chinese. He was an employee of the CIA, not Lockheed's lackey.
"I see!"
Mitch Friedman said in a low voice.
One side is the trouble caused by Boeing Company, and the other side is Lockheed's own trouble. If two enemies come together, I don't know if they will affect each other.
"'White Wolf', let me tell you bad news!" Major Mo Han, the embassy attaché who was leaning against the door, glanced out the window of his client. The room they were in was in a very good location. Although it was in the corner, they could still see
The area entering the hotel has an unobstructed view.
"What?" Bai Lang looked at Major Mo. His men did not stop, pulling out a pistol and still wiping it carefully.
Seeing Bai Lang's still indifferent look, Major Mo smiled and continued: "The people from Lockheed are here! You can figure it out yourself."
"Fuck!~" Bai Lang couldn't help but cursed.
If it weren't for the Pacific Ocean to the west, there would be no way to escape and we would have to look for a way out east. However, Nevada is the driest state in the United States. Most of the area is covered with snow-covered mountains, canyons and deserts. There is not much in the wild.
survival resources.
In order to survive and complete the mission, Bai Lang and "Yellow Bird" also had to run to Las Villas.
He was not surprised at all to be blocked in this gambling city by Lockheed people and relevant US departments.
Bai Lang could only obtain certain cover with the help of the Chinese Embassy attaché team that protects Chinese aviation experts, but the prerequisite is that the aviation experts cannot be involved. This is the bottom line of the embassy.
It's already in trouble enough, and China doesn't want its aviation experts to be compromised, even though both are important.
As intelligence personnel performing missions abroad, they have long been prepared to sacrifice themselves, but they will not sacrifice casually.
"What are you planning to do? This room will definitely be searched, and we can't refuse."
Seeing Bai Lang cleaning his gun slowly, Major Mo looked at him with questioning eyes.
He only knew that the guy in front of him came to the United States specifically for a special target item, and he was doing dirty work.
Although he didn't know what kind of important item it was, Lockheed pursued it aggressively, and it was obvious that he had probably succeeded.
This target item is probably something of great importance, otherwise the country would not take such a big risk to carry out such a task. He has heard about the movements in the suburbs of Las Vegas and Palmdale City, and they are all related to small-scale
The war is almost over.
What Major Mo didn't know was that Bai Lang's target item for the operation was currently placed on a dinner plate on the small square table in front of him and Bai Lang. A bright silver Western knife was placed quietly before he had taken a few bites.
next to grilled steak.
"Send a steak, macaroni, French snail soup, um, salad, and a few other food items to the guest rooms of all our experts. Everyone will get a piece. We also want it here."
Bai Lang had a confident smile on his face, and he didn't seem to pay attention to Lockheed's pursuers. Maybe they were in the elevator and could rush in from outside the room at any time.
Known as the "Diablo" with the highest damage rate of combat equipment, the codename "White Wolf" is also the Army aviation pilot with the most combat experience in the domestic intelligence department. He has escaped from death time and time again, saved the day, and is so desperate that even the god of death cannot accept it.
Come on, how could these little bastards from Lockheed be able to do anything to him?
This time there was no exception. The most advanced rotorcraft "Flying Wolf" in the country was directly destroyed in his hands. I don't know what "X Wolf" aircraft is waiting for him to destroy next time. These are all the hard work of taxpayers.
money.
Therefore, every time the God of Destruction is dispatched, the cost is high. Unless necessary, this guy who hurts the enemy and himself will never be released.
Being used to big winds and waves, how could Bai Lang be confused by such a small scene?
"Meal delivery point?"
Major Mo frowned. People from Lockheed came to the door. Why is this "white wolf" still so unresponsive? Is he still confident?!
"Believe me!" Bai Lang showed his white teeth and smiled more confidently.
"Okay!" Major Mo continued to arrange this strange request despite doubts.
Sending food to Lockheed's doorstep is completely irrelevant. What is this "white wolf" thinking in his mind?
Major Mo was confused.
Under the designation of the CIA, the hotel was cleared of other guests, and the space was booked by aviation delegations from several countries. Employees in various departments in the hotel were relatively relaxed. Major Mo's request was quickly responded to, and one vehicle after another was displayed.
The dining car full of meals was delivered by the waiter to the floor where the Chinese delegation was located.
"The people from Lockheed have finished checking the lower floors and are coming to our floor soon." Major Mo was extremely concerned about the actions of these uninvited guests. He didn't even need to deliberately covertly observe, even if it was just a follow-up, for protecting aviation experts
For the military attaches, this was a completely reasonable and legal move.
No one likes a guy who comes in out of nowhere and scans the room.
Boom!
There was a knock on the door of the guest room.
“Meal delivery point!”
Bai Lang breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, opened the door, and brought the food in. At the same time, he said to the waiter: "The portion on the table is not finished yet. Wait until I inform you to clean it up. The same goes for the other rooms."
I slipped a ten-dollar note into the waiter's hand as a tip. The waiter smiled happily, nodded and said, "Yes, okay, sir."
Major Mo took a look at the waiter. He saw an unfamiliar face. He must be these guys from the CIA. They really lost the ten dollars.
However, Bai Lang's next move was even more confusing to Major Mo.
This guy actually picked up the dinner plate, pushed open the door and took the food out. He was so full that he ordered an extra portion before finishing his portion. He ordered another portion and refused to eat it, then took it outside again.
, is there something wrong with your brain?
"Hey, where are you going?" Major Mo couldn't help but ask.
Bai Lang turned his head while holding the plate and said, "I'm going to deliver food to others."
He had already calmly wiped the Western knife next to his original steak, put it into his hand, and exchanged it with the Western knife on the dinner plate in his hand.
"..."
Major Mo was completely confused.
At this time, the elevator door opened, and a group of people rushed out of the elevator in a menacing manner.
Mickey Friedman winked at his subordinates, and the two more skilled subordinates stood at the elevator entrance and the stairway respectively, staring at the CIA agents.
Although one belongs to the country and the other belongs to the company, both of them are doing the same job now. They are blocking the floors and not allowing anyone to move around freely.
Dong Dong Dong! There was a knock on the door in the guest room passage.
"Conducting a security check! There is reliable news that terrorists have planted bombs on the floor. For the safety of you and others, please cooperate. Thank you!"
Mitch Friedman made up a slightly more believable excuse and tricked the guest room doors into opening one after another.
As soon as the door to the guest room opened, and the puzzled face of the resident inside was revealed, Mickey Friedman made a gesture, and several of his men squeezed in unceremoniously, and started scanning around with electromagnetic scanners.
"Fenrir" alloy has an unknown secret. It reacts extremely strongly in front of the electromagnetic scanning device. It is as big as a signal source. No matter how it is hidden, the detection distance of the small control detector on their hands is a full meter.
As far as the device is concerned, there is absolutely nothing to hide.